Sam tapped his fingers against Marcy's arm. "Hey?"
"Yeah?" She pulled herself up, not the least bit self-conscious about her body.
He pushed himself up, too. "It's been a couple days-" Five to be exact. "and you don't know my last name."
"Do you know mine?" She bent slightly to look on the floor for her bra.
"No." He realized. "I try to be more careful with my partners. I don't get around a lot."
She couldn't say the same. "I don't have any transmittable diseases. Do you?"
"No." That had never even crossed his mind!
"You should get tested anyway. Some things take months to show up."
"Will you?"
"Yes." She always got tested.
He nodded. "So you're a doctor?"
"Yup." She spotted her bra far away, hanging off a chair. She flung the covers back and slipped down to go get it.
"I really like your tattoos." He loved her body. She was thick but shapely. Plus, he felt muscle beneath her supple skin. The art on her only added to her allure.
"Thanks." She put her bra on and found her boy-shorts next to it. So she slipped them on.
"I've always wanted one. But I'm not good with pain."
"It doesn't hurt." She scratched her brow as she searched out her top.
"I've seen some of my-" Bandmates. "Friends get some. They're really tough guys but they weren't then."
"That's ridiculous." She got down on all fours to find her scrub top.
He leaned over slightly to see her but could only see her tantalizing rear end swaying as she searched beneath the bed. "Don't you want to know? My last name?"
"If you want."
What kind of answer was that? "It's Evans."
She continued searching, wishing she had her glasses or at least a flashlight.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yeah. I don't know what you want me to say back." She came from under the bed and looked at him. "Unless you want me to tell you mine?"
"Do you not want to?"
She really didn't. "It's Chang."
"Chang? You're Asian?"
"What's your point?" She actually was part Asian but that wasn't her point.
"I don't have one." He backpedaled quickly before realizing she must not be connecting the dots. "My name's Sam Evans."
"Okay?" She went back to searching and ended up touching an article of clothing. She pulled it out but it was his shirt. "This is yours."
"You don't know who I am?" He was shocked.
"You can know someone for a lifetime and still not know all of who they are. But we just met, dude. No, I don't know who you are." She went back beneath the bed.
"I'm a singer."
She bumped her head. "Ow! What?!"
"I'm a singer. A bit famous actually."
She came from beneath the bed with her pants and blew her long bangs from her eyes. "You're a professional singer?"
"Yeah. They say I'm the bad boy of country." He gave a nervous grin.
Her face went blank but it wasn't a pleasant experience for him. To him, she looked mad. For her, she felt horror. She should have known a good fling was too good to be true. "I have to go."
"Wait!" He sat up.
She got up and jumped in her pants before finding the rest of her things.
He stood up in all his naked glory and tried to stop her but she didn't want him to touch her. "Is it that bad? Do you not like musicians?"
"Look. Sam. This was never going to go anywhere but now I know it has to stop."
"Why?" He was hurt. She never saw this going anywhere? "Why was it never going anywhere?"
"My life is complicated. I can't commit to anything or anyone. I guess I should have told you but I thought you understood and wanted the same thing. I'm sorry."
She seemed to mean her apology but he didn't want one. "I can do complicated."
"Sam…?" She stopped moving. "Are you even moving here or are you on tour?"
He stilled before blushing.
"But you thought this could go somewhere when you get to pull out and go back to I'm guessing either L.A., Austin or Nashville?"
"Nashville." He whispered.
"Yeah. You're not mad it's ending. You're mad I'm ending it."
"That's not true!" And it wasn't. He had been busy thinking of ways to visit more and get to know her.
She shook her head. "Goodbye, Sam Evans."
He watched her go, feeling worse than when his last real girlfriend left him.
BE
"What happened?!" Karen demanded.
"Karen!" Mari hushed. "Just tell us what happened, Marcy."
Marcy shrugged. "It's over."
"You said that!" Karen snapped. "Why is it over?!"
"He's not who I thought he was."
"Who did he say he was?" Mari wanted to know.
"That's my fault. I should have asked questions. I just thought I could have a good fling. Good sex with a good-looking person with no problems. But I guess not."
"I'm sorry, Em." Karen rubbed her back. "I know I told you to have fun but maybe, just maybe you can date him? From everything you said, he seems like a great guy."
"He's leaving."
"I thought he just got here?" Mari was confused.
"He's a musician."
Karen's eyes widened. "He's on tour."
"Yep."
"So you did want something to come from it."
"No. I don't know. He seemed so nice. I know better than that-"
"Marcy, no!" Mari reached out for her hands. "I know your life leads you to believe the worst in people but hasn't Mal and your children taught you that there's best, too?"
Marcy was so confused. "I don't know. I guess."
"Hold on to that."
"Maybe you can talk to him?" Karen suggested. "I know I'm not usually for forgiving scumbags but what if he's not?"
"He's leaving tonight." Marcy had looked him up and saw his tour-bus was scheduled to arrive in Maine by Monday.
"Damn…"
"It wasn't meant to be." Marcy was trying to make her peace with it.
"I'm so sorry, Marcy." Mari pouted.
"Me too."
BE
Sam tried to call Marcy again but it wouldn't go through… again. He groaned and threw the phone on the couch.
"What's wrong?" His drummer, Ashe Cloud twirled his drumstick around his fingers as his knees bounced, melody going through his head even though the concert was over.
"Nothing." Sam shook his head.
"Are you sure?" Charity Simmons, his bassist asked. "You look like you've got a girl on your mind."
Sam blushed.
The rest of his bandmates stopped to stare at him along with his manager. "You are!"
"No. No." He shook his head before hanging it. "Yes."
"You haven't seem interested in one girl in years." Ryan sat next to him as the bus ambled along the highway.
"It's not- I- She's different."
"How?" Charity sat next to him on his other side.
He gave a lopsided grin as he thought about Marcy. "She's beautiful! And smart and fun and mysterious. She's so down to Earth but she's special."
"Awww!" Charity, a hopeless romantic, shook him. "Where'd you meet her?!"
"A coffee shop in town."
"Wait. You met her here?!"
"Yeah."
"Is it love at first sight?" She hoped.
He almost said no but he thought about it. He'd been hooked since he first clapped eyes on the curvy petite doctor. "I think so."
"Then why are you leaving her?!"
"Charity!" Ryan spat. "He has a career to think about! He can find another groupie in the next town!"
"She's not a groupie." Sam shook his head. "When I told her who I was, she ran away."
"What?!" None of them understood that.
"A girl found out you're rich and famous and she ran off?" His lead electric guitarist, Tim Cashew was mystified.
"Yup." Sam didn't get it either.
"Has she been hurt by a musician before?" Charity could cry.
"I don't know. I don't know much about her. Her name's Marcy and she's a doctor and she's got the most gorgeous dark green eyes and light brown skin. She smells like moonlight and when she looks at you, you feel like the most important person in the world."
"Oh snap!" Keyboardist, Greg Mitchell put a fist to his mouth. "It is love at first sight! Did you hit it?"
"Greg!" Both Ryan and Charity disapproved as Sam blushed.
Greg grinned rakishly. "Aw yeah! He did! Wait. You said brown skin?"
"Yeah. She's mixed." Sam tried to force the blush away.
"How's that body?"
"Don't be a dog." Charity snapped.
Sam blushed again.
"I bet she's thin and statuesque!" Greg could picture her now.
"Nope. She barely reaches my chest and she's thick." Sam shook his head.
"Like a milkshake?" Greg's eyes lit up.
"Like a malt."
Greg fell back against his seat. "I gotta meet her!"
"She wants nothing to do with him." Tim reminded him.
"That can change." Ashe shook his head. "Just come back after the tour's over."
"Think she'll cool down?" Sam was afraid to hope. "She blocked my number."
"Look her up on Facebook."
"She doesn't have one."
"What?! How old is she?!"
Sam's eyes widened. "I don't know."
"Are you kidding me?!" Ryan was livid. "What if she's underage?!"
"She has a woman's body!"
"Yeah, she does!" Greg held his hand up for a high-five but was glared at.
"She does have a baby face but those eyes and that mouth says she's an adult."
"That means nothing!" Ryan freaked out. "You better hope she is legal!"
Sam worried. Was that why she didn't see a future with him? She was underage and she didn't want him in trouble? "But she's a doctor?"
"Where does she work?"
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know she's a doctor?!"
"The Barista called her "Doc" and she even said she was a doctor."
"People lie or have inside jokes, Sam! She could have been kidding!"
Sam got scared. "Holy crap…"
"I'll try to look for her but next time, check ID!"
Sam felt terrible if he took advantage of a child but he felt in his heart that she was of age. But he did hope Ryan could find her so that he could explain things to her and get some answers of his own.
BE
Marcy washed her mouth out and then her face. She quickly brushed her teeth before going back to her lab. She put away her purse and looked in the trashcan that was containing her vomit.
Her nose wrinkled before she called sanitation. A custodian came up to take care of it. She smiled at her. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."
"I hate blood, too." The blonde woman gestured to Marcy's work.
Marcy shook her head. "Blood is the least of my worries."
"Oh? Haven't seen your monthlies in a minute?" She put a new bag in the can. "Either you're going through the change or you're pregnant. Bye now."
Marcy gave her an incredulous look as she left. How do you end a conversation like that?! Then it struck her what the woman said. She could be pregnant.
She went to her phone and looked at her Glow app for her last period date. More than two months ago. Sam…
Her heart stopped before beating thunderously in her ears. That couldn't be true.
She hurried to put away her work then called her own physician to see if she could come in last minute.
The man had an opening for an hour from now so she clocked out and told her boss she was taking the afternoon off. The medical director was shocked but figured it had something to do with her kids.
She raced out and went to the parking lot before jumping in her car. She made sure to drive the speed limit, remembering the first, last and only time she'd ever broken her self-imposed rigid laws on driving.
She had a flashback to the call for Mal but shook it from her head. Now was not the time. Especially if she was pregnant by some other man.
She made it to the clinic and signed in. She waited for her name to be called and then went back for the nurse to go through her tasks.
Her doctor, Dr. Reynolds came in all smiles. "Marcy. How are you?"
Marcy tried to breathe. "I'm not sure. I need every test known to man."
He frowned at her. "I don't understand."
"I had unprotected sex. Twice." It was all coming back to Marcy. The first time she'd willingly had unprotected sex with someone and it wasn't with Mal. Shit!
"Oh. Okay. We can do that."
She prayed hard that she wasn't pregnant. "Thank you."
BE
Dr. Reynolds gave a tortured smile. "You're disease free."
"Disease…"
"But your levels are three times as high for a single person."
Marcy's eyes widened. "Twins?! Again?!"
He made a pained face. "Would you like a tissue?"
She glared at him.
"Would you like to discuss options?"
She searched her feelings like her therapist taught her but she knew she was still pro-life and she would not be giving her children up for adoption. "No. I guess it's no more smoking or drinking for me."
"Nope."
Fuck me!